Rhymes For The Times: II (Janet Hamilton Poems)
Ae day short syne, whan gaun afiel,A douce aul' farrant eldrin chielCam' yont the burn tae hae a crack,For John ...
Poems about burds (13 Poems)
Duffin Johnny. (A Rifleman’s Adventure.) (John Hartley Poems)
Th' mooin shone breet wi' silver leet, An th' wind wor softly sighin;Th' burds did sleep, an th' snails did creep, An ...
Babby Burds (John Hartley Poems)
Aw wander'd aght one summer's morn,Across a meadow newly shorn;Th' sun wor shinin' breet and clear,An' fragrant scents rose up ...
Stop At Hooam (John Hartley Poems)
"Tha wodn't goa an leave me, Jim, All lonely by mysel?My een at th' varry thowts grow dim-- Aw connot say farewell.Tha ...
Heather Bells (John Hartley Poems)
Ye little flowrets, wild an free, Yo're welcome, aye as onny!Ther's but few seets 'at meet mi ee 'At ivver seem as ...
The Emigrant’s Love-Letter (John Nevay Poems)
My young heart's luve! twal' years ha'e been A century to me; I ha'e na seen thy smile, nor heard Thy voice's melodie. The ...
To the ryght worthe and verteous Lady Dame Griseel Stvarte Lady Meldrum (Patrick Gordon Poems)
Madame, if I should smouther vp thy praiseFor most ingrate, thow iustlye might me blameAll eyes should sie, all tongues ...
Take Heart! (John Hartley Poems)
Roughest roads, we often find, Lead us on to th' nicest places;Kindest hearts oft hide behind Some o'th' plainest-lukkin faces.Flaars whose colors ...
A Millionaire (John Hartley Poems)
Aw wodn't gie a penny piece To be a millionaire,For him 'at's little cattle, is The chap wi' little care.Jewels may flash ...
Jockey An Dolly (John Hartley Poems)
Th' sun shone breet at early morn, Burds sang sweetly on the trees;Larks wor springin from the corn, Tender blossoms sowt the ...
Still True To Nell (John Hartley Poems)
Th' sun wor settin,--red an gold, Wi splendor paintin th' west,An purplin tints throo th' valley roll'd, As daan he sank to ...
Bonny Mary Ann (John Hartley Poems)
When but a little toddlin thing, I'th' heather sweet shoo'd play,An like a fay on truant wing, Shoo'd rammel far away;An even ...
A Breet Prospect (John Hartley Poems)
As aw passed Wit'orth chapel 'twor just five o'clock,Aw'd mi can full o' teah, an a bundle o' jock;An aw ...